CHAPTER 119

The receptionist, a professional looking young woman, momentarily glanced up in surprise at Flynn’s demand before her demeanor returned to its calm state. “Sir, Miss Smith is only to be seen by appointment.”

Flynn’s face twisted with irritation, the receptionist’s calmness fueling his frustration. “I don’t need an appointment,” he snapped, his tone dripping with arrogance. “Do you even know who I am?”

The receptionist’s blank stare made it painfully clear—she had no idea who he was. Beside him, Lilian’s expression mirrored her brother’s frustration. Her lips pressed into a thin line, clearly expecting things to have gone their way by now.

Before Flynn could retort further, the sound of footsteps echoed through the lobby as a figure entered the reception hall. Adrian, calmly and confidently strode toward the receptionist’s desk, drawing the attention of Flynn, Lilian and the receptionist to himself. When Flynn’s eyes locked onto him, recognition flared in them, followed closely by a b